Remember once when it was
as if you possessed angel’s wings
and could fly, fly to anywhere
to worlds real, worlds imagined
such was the buoyancy of youth
with time’s unlimited currency?
Yet now comes the reckoning
so find a temple and prostrate
yourself and pray, pray to any
god that will heed your pleas
as that final destination is nigh
for all those that live must die.
Icarus. The wings of dreams -- Stas Sugint